The blackbird on the slated roof
is a smile of dawn to me
the wind in the tree
- a caress
the unfolding grass
- a balm
to my feet treading the lawn
the evaporating dew
- the tears the world had on its cheek
drying in the morning sun
Sylvie M. Miller
Thursday, 29 September 2011
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